Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Lalann,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Minor Threat,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.